The persistence of the pleurisy caused some anxiety, but I knew that the cure lay not in taking medicine internally but in dietetic changes assisted by external remedies. I called in Dr. Allinson of vegetarian fame, who treated diseases by dietetic modifications and whom I had met in 1890. He thoroughly overhauled me.

I explained to him how I had pledged myself not to take milk. He cheered me up and said: ‘You need not take milk. In fact I want you to do without any fat for some days.’ He then advised me to live on plain brown bread, raw vegetables such as beet, radish, onion and other tubers and greens, and also fresh fruit, mainly oranges. The vegetables were not to be cooked but merely grated fine, if I could not masticate them.

I adopted this for about three days, but raw vegetables did not quite suit me. My body was not in a condition to enable me to do full justice to the experiment. I was nervous about taking raw vegetables. Dr. Allinson also advised me to keep all the windows of my room open for the whole twenty-four hours, bathe in tepid water, have an oil massage on the affected parts and lk in the open for fifteen to thirty minutes. I liked all these suggestions. My room had French windows which, if kept wide open, would let in the rain.

The fanlight could not be opened. I, therefore, got the glass broken, to let in the fresh air, and I partially opened the windows in a manner not to let in rain. All these measures somewhat improved my health, but did not completely cure me. Lady Cecilia Roberts occasionally called on me.

We became friends. She wanted very much to persuade me to take milk. But as I was unyielding, she hunted about for a substitute for milk. Some friend suggested to her malted milk, assuring her quite unknowingly that it was free from milk, and that it was a chemical preparation with all the properties of milk. Lady Cecilia, I knew, had great regard for my religious scruples, and so I implicitly trusted her. I dissolved the powder in water and took it only to find that it tasted just like milk. I read the label on the bottle, to find, only too late, that it was a preparation of milk. So I gave it up. I informed Lady Cecilia about the discovery, asking her not to worry over it. She came post-haste to me to say how sorry she was. Her friend had not read the label at all.

I begged her not to be anxious and expressed my regret that I could not avail myself of the thing she had procured with so much trouble. I also assured her that I did not at all feel upset or guilty over having taken milk under a misapprehension. I must skip over many other sweet reminiscences of my contact with Lady Cecilia. I could think of many friends who have been a source of great comfort to me amid trials and disappointments. One who has faith reads in them the merciful providence of God, who thus sweetens sorrow itself. Dr Allinson, when he next called, relaxed his restrictions and permitted me to have groundnut butter or olive oil for the sake of fat and to take the vegetables cooked, if I chose, with rice.

These changes were quite welcome, but they were far from giving me a complete cure. Very careful nursing was still necessary, and I was obliged to keep mostly in bed. Dr Mehta occasionally looked in to examine me and held out a standing offer to cure me if only I would listen to his advice. Whilst things were going on in this way, Mr, Roberts one day came to see me and urged me very strongly to go home. ‘You cannot possibly go to Netley in this condition. There is still a severer cold ahead of us. I would strongly advise you to get back to India, for it is only there that you can be completely cured.

If, after your recovery, you should find the war still going on, you will have many opportunities thereof rendering help. As it is, I do not regard what you have already done as by any means a meaningful contribution.’ I accepted his advice and began to make preparations for returning to India. ~ TREATMENT OF PLEURISY


Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)